Tainted Cure (The Rememdium Series Book 1) by Ashley Fontainne Page B
Authors: Ashley Fontainne
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Any idea what’s going on?”
Benito stared across the expanse of the dark city below, the only lights from emergency personnel and countless fires. A strange feeling settled over him as the gravity of the situation hit home.
His scientists did this—and judging by the communications from others—the nightmare was happening across the globe. He wondered if the sabotage was done on purpose by the scientists. Maybe it was their way of paying him back for forcing them to work, knowing if they failed, Benito would make good on his threats to kill their families. Then again, perhaps they miscalculated the correct chemical formulation.
A memory from months ago roared to the forefront of his thoughts. The results of the formula on mice worked perfectly. Benito insisted implementing his plan during the holiday season, which was the busiest time of year. Instead of listening to the scientists, he decided not to test on humans. His colossal mistake of relying on data collected from the mice in the lab had come back to haunt him.
Either way, once he found them, Benito planned on interrogating them until they couldn’t speak another word and then slaughter them like cattle.
Though he wasn’t a believer in any sort of organized religion, Benito said a silent prayer before answering Fernando. “When the end of the world happens, does it really matter why?”
COLLAPSE - Saturday - December 20 th – 6:00 a.m.
“Regina? You decent?”
Sensing the odd tone in Reed’s voice, worried it might have something to do with Jesse, Regina answered, “Just lacing up my boots. Come on in.”
Reed opened the bedroom door and scooted inside, shutting it behind him. His face was pale and jaw clenched tight. Regina’s gaze fell to his waist. Reed wore his Sam Brown belt and a loaded nine mil sat in the holster.
Regina swallowed the sense of nagging worry. “What’s wrong? You look like shit. And you’re armed. If you are goin’ deer huntin’ with that, you’d do better with a rifle.”
“Obviously, you haven’t watched or listened to any news today.”
“Uh, no. I’ve been up a total of ten minutes which included my shower.”
Reed walked across the room and joined Regina on the bed. He set her cell phone in between them. Lowering his voice, he said, “No time for your twisted sense of humor, Sis. Listen, the station has called you numerous times. Figured something was up, so I called while you were in the shower. Geenie said there’s a big pileup on I-30 involving an 18-wheeler and several vehicles. Multiple casualties.”
“Damn! I hate those big rigs! God, I hope no kids are involved.”
“Hush, Regina. Listen, the accident isn’t why I came in here.”
The worry from seconds ago morphed into fear and spread across Regina’s chest. She nodded her head for Reed to continue.
“News reports are flooding in from all over the world. There’s something going on—not just here but everywhere—and no one can give a plausible answer as to what’s behind it.”
Regina couldn’t stop herself from interrupting, “Behind what, Reed?”
“Power outages, fires, explosions, riots, and people walking around who shouldn’t be.”
Regina slugged Reed in the shoulder hard enough to make her fist hurt. “You know, you’re the one with a twisted sense of humor!” She snatched the phone up and was shocked to see she’d missed seven calls and had numerous text messages. “If that little joke was your way to help me deal with all the carnage from a semi accident, I don’t find it funny.”
“Shut up, Regina!” Reed stood and grabbed her wrist with such force Regina’s initial instinct was to punch him in the face. “You need to see what I mean. Words simply won’t suffice.”
Crossing the room, Reed flicked the small TV on. He turned the volume down while glancing at the door. Regina was furious he still wanted to play the stupid game. Right as she opened her mouth to tear him a new one, what was on the
Benito stared across the expanse of the dark city below, the only lights from emergency personnel and countless fires. A strange feeling settled over him as the gravity of the situation hit home.
His scientists did this—and judging by the communications from others—the nightmare was happening across the globe. He wondered if the sabotage was done on purpose by the scientists. Maybe it was their way of paying him back for forcing them to work, knowing if they failed, Benito would make good on his threats to kill their families. Then again, perhaps they miscalculated the correct chemical formulation.
A memory from months ago roared to the forefront of his thoughts. The results of the formula on mice worked perfectly. Benito insisted implementing his plan during the holiday season, which was the busiest time of year. Instead of listening to the scientists, he decided not to test on humans. His colossal mistake of relying on data collected from the mice in the lab had come back to haunt him.
Either way, once he found them, Benito planned on interrogating them until they couldn’t speak another word and then slaughter them like cattle.
Though he wasn’t a believer in any sort of organized religion, Benito said a silent prayer before answering Fernando. “When the end of the world happens, does it really matter why?”
COLLAPSE - Saturday - December 20 th – 6:00 a.m.
“Regina? You decent?”
Sensing the odd tone in Reed’s voice, worried it might have something to do with Jesse, Regina answered, “Just lacing up my boots. Come on in.”
Reed opened the bedroom door and scooted inside, shutting it behind him. His face was pale and jaw clenched tight. Regina’s gaze fell to his waist. Reed wore his Sam Brown belt and a loaded nine mil sat in the holster.
Regina swallowed the sense of nagging worry. “What’s wrong? You look like shit. And you’re armed. If you are goin’ deer huntin’ with that, you’d do better with a rifle.”
“Obviously, you haven’t watched or listened to any news today.”
“Uh, no. I’ve been up a total of ten minutes which included my shower.”
Reed walked across the room and joined Regina on the bed. He set her cell phone in between them. Lowering his voice, he said, “No time for your twisted sense of humor, Sis. Listen, the station has called you numerous times. Figured something was up, so I called while you were in the shower. Geenie said there’s a big pileup on I-30 involving an 18-wheeler and several vehicles. Multiple casualties.”
“Damn! I hate those big rigs! God, I hope no kids are involved.”
“Hush, Regina. Listen, the accident isn’t why I came in here.”
The worry from seconds ago morphed into fear and spread across Regina’s chest. She nodded her head for Reed to continue.
“News reports are flooding in from all over the world. There’s something going on—not just here but everywhere—and no one can give a plausible answer as to what’s behind it.”
Regina couldn’t stop herself from interrupting, “Behind what, Reed?”
“Power outages, fires, explosions, riots, and people walking around who shouldn’t be.”
Regina slugged Reed in the shoulder hard enough to make her fist hurt. “You know, you’re the one with a twisted sense of humor!” She snatched the phone up and was shocked to see she’d missed seven calls and had numerous text messages. “If that little joke was your way to help me deal with all the carnage from a semi accident, I don’t find it funny.”
“Shut up, Regina!” Reed stood and grabbed her wrist with such force Regina’s initial instinct was to punch him in the face. “You need to see what I mean. Words simply won’t suffice.”
Crossing the room, Reed flicked the small TV on. He turned the volume down while glancing at the door. Regina was furious he still wanted to play the stupid game. Right as she opened her mouth to tear him a new one, what was on the
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